Page 42 of You Belong With Me

My blunt fingernails dig into her thigh, which earns me a pained yelp, followed by a low, anguished moan. “You like that, don’t you, baby?” I whisper against her lips. “That’s right, give into the pain. I know exactly what you need.”

She shudders beneath me, and a rumble erupts from somewhere deep in my chest. I open my lips and claim her mouth, kissing her like she’s the fucking elixir to life. And for me, she is. If I could claw my way inside her, I would.

Closing my eyes, I drown in the taste of her, my hips slamming forward, every sharp thrust bringing me closer to oblivion.

Releasing her thigh, I wrap my hand around her delicate throat and squeeze as I continue to pump into her wet cunt. She opens her mouth in a silent scream, but I don’t let go, I don’t let up. I continue to fuck her, keeping the pressure on her throat until I see her eyes start to fade. Only then, do I loosen my grip, and she sucks in a desperate gulp of air, her pussy clenching down on my cock like a fucking vice.

She moves her head from side to side, and I grab her face, my grip punishing. “Look at me.” I squeeze harder, and a tear rolls down the side of her face. “You’ll never escape me, Wyn, so don’t even try. If you ever run, I swear to God, I’d hunt you down. No matter how far you run, I will find you and I’ll drag you back to me, where you belong. Even if it kills us both.”

She needs to know how far I’m willing to go to keep her, and I don’t give a fuck how selfish that is. I’m not interested in living on this planet without her.

I squeeze her face a fraction harder. “Tell me you understand.”

Another tear rolls down her face, into her hairline. “I understand,” she whispers, barely audible over the crashing waves. But it’s enough.

“That’s a good girl,” I say, releasing her face, my hips continuing to slam into her. I pull back and glance down at our joined bodies, watching as my cock fucks her swollen pussy, sliding in forcefully before pulling back out again, over and over, leaving her gasping.

I’m desperate to pull out, and flip her over, so I can fuck that tight little ass, but I don’t, because I need to see her face when she comes. Fucking her in the ass will have to wait. But we have time. I have the rest of our lives to use her body in a million different ways.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I hiss, the pressure in my balls mounting.“I’m going to fill this pussy with my cum.”

Before I can even get the words out, I’m emptying my load into her. And while my cock is still pulsing inside her, I dip my head and bite down hard on her throat, breaking the skin, the metallic taste of her blood coating my tongue. That sends her over the edge, just like I knew it would.

My pretty little whore loves the pain.

She thrashes beneath me, her neck arching, driving her head into the soft sand. She comes so hard, it looks like a fucking exorcism. An anguished moan is torn from her throat as her pussy sucks my cock in deeper, holding me there as her greedy cunt pumps me dry.

Once we’re both drained, I roll off her, tuck my shit back in, and lay next to her on the sand. We’re both breathing hard, and my head is still spinning. I glance over at her, and she looks back at me, her eyes glowing bright under the moonlight.

I swallow and reach out to touch the bite mark on her neck. And as I look at her, that crack in my heart widens into a deep, yawning crevasse. “I love you, Wyn. And I hate to tell you this, but you might be the only person on this planet who can save me…”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Wyn

I blink at Lucas,the aftershocks of that insane orgasm still vibrating in my bloodstream. My heart is pounding against my chest like the waves crashing against the sand, so when he says, “I love you, Wyn…” I’m one hundred percent certain, I didn’t hear him right…

I roll onto my side and prop my head up on my palm. I flash him a smile. “Wait, what did you just say?”

Instead of answering, though, he rolls away from me and stands up, adjusting his pants and zipping them back up. He holds his hand out to me. “It’s too cold out here for you,” he says.

There’s an argument on the tip of my tongue, but I bite it back. I’m not ready to end this conversation, but itiscold out here. I reach up and place my hand in his, and he hauls me up. When I’m on my feet, I tug my panties back into place, but Lucas’ cum soaks through the thin fabric and trickles down the inside of my thigh anyway.

His hand tightens around my fingers, but instead of turning and leading me back up to the house, he pulls me against him.My front collides with his hard chest, and I let out a little squeak because I’m not expecting it.

He hooks a finger under my chin and tilts my face up. His expression is serious, his eyes searching my face. What’s he looking for? My heart starts pumping, and self-doubt starts creeping in. What if he doesn’t find what he’s hoping to see?

I suck in a breath and open my mouth to say something, but another voice cuts in before I can.

“Yo! Lucas!”

We both turn to see Christian walking down from the direction of the house. He’s still too far away to have a conversation, so we wait for him to get closer.

Lucas turns toward him. “What’s up?”

All I can think is,thank God he didn’t walk up five minutes ago.

“You need to get back to the house,” he says, out of breath, like he practically ran down here. “There are some cops here asking for you.”

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